Post Apocalyptic Soldier Novels & Stories

His actions may have been seen as bravery exhibited by then-Master Sergeant Apostol as he went ahead of the formation he is leading under gunfire and frequently volunteering for the most dangerous of all tasks. But what just happened was a near death when a hiding rebel attacked him and lacerated his neck with a sword. He went down while clutching his bleeding wound. To his luck, or rather, misfortune, a medic was nearby and stabilized the wound. He blacked out shortly as the final moments of the battle raged on... ...and he remembered waking up in that military hospital with some guy who looked like an insurance agent standing over him. He was first congratulated for his promotion to his cu

“After multiple catastrophes all over the globe this morning, government officials are looking into possible terrorist activity. Conspiracy theorist are saying world war is eminent. Religious groups are speaking of end of days…” Ally had passed out hard and must have slept away the afternoon. She awoke to the soft glow of the television. As soon as she stirred Drake turn it off, she was convinced he didn’t want her to hear it. He flipped on the reading lamp, rolled over and moved the hair from her face.

Since the military possessed the best pre-apocalypse medical resources, and I recovered remarkably quickly, my injuries healed against all odds. Additionally, after nearly dying, my abilities advanced significantly. I had broken through to Tier Seven, powerful enough to face a Zombie King alone. My eyes flew open. The hatch slid apart, and standing outside was the military's highest commander in person: an old general with a golden star on his shoulder. "How are you feeling, Major General Kane?" he asked, gazing at me with genuine admiration and excitement.

When they finally finished, they dragged me outside into the wasteland. The base had been transformed into a sprawling post-apocalyptic settlement. Burned-out vehicles served as shelters, barbed wire fences marked territories, flickering fires burned in metal barrels, and groups of “survivors”— all rich Club members dressed in ragged, sexy post-apocalyptic costumes— roamed the area like predators. The sky was artificially darkened with massive screens, making it feel like the real end of the world. I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt.

The two men averted their gazes to the door and the knock came through again. “Should I get the door?” Beta Baldwin asked, looking at his Alpha to get a response and when he gestured with his hand for him to go open it up, he flew over to the door and pushed it open. “Goodness Alaric, what the hell happened to you? Why are you all bloody?” He questioned in terror and the soldier standing before him, who was all covered in blood and was trembling, fell to the ground with a thud. “Who’s there?” Alpha Kai asked as he approached the scene. When he got there and saw his almost dead soldier lying helplessly on the ground, covered in blood, he quickly stooped down by the soldier's side and took him

He caught the soldier's arm and *tore it off* at the shoulder. Blood sprayed across the stone floor. "STOP HIM!" Millen shrieked, But, It didn't matter. Aldrich fought like a man possessed.. because that's essentially what he was. The serum had turned him into a living weapon, sacrificing everything for pure, devastating power. He was a whirlwind of violence, each strike precise and lethal. Soldiers fell around him, their enhanced healing unable to keep up with the damage he inflicted. "RUN!" he roared again, snapping everybody out of their shock.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

"Is he conscious? Can we talk to him?" "Partially. The sedation keeps him calm but aware." Katherine adjusted the IV. "What do you want to ask him?" "Why. Why did you volunteer for this?" She reduced the sedation slightly. The soldier's eyes flickered open, confusion and pain clear in them. "You're the Alpha," he said, voice rough. "The one who destroyed Apex." "I am. I need to understand why you did this. Why did you volunteer to be transformed?" "Because I was dying." He laughed bitterly. "Cancer. Stage four. Six months to live. Pierce offered me a cure, enhanced abilities, and a chance to serve a greater cause. Seemed like a good deal."

His body shook as a dark stain spread across his trousers. The soldier’s patience snapped. With a swift motion, he raised his shotgun, the barrel cold against the man’s forehead. “Please, no! I swear I don’t—” A deafening blast echoed through the alley. Blood splattered across the wall as the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless. “Coward,” the soldier muttered, reloading his weapon. The soldiers kicked down doors, dragging frightened residents into the streets. Screams echoed through the air as homes were ransacked, families torn apart. The streets became a war zone.

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]